SETTING: a Bedroom in Reverend Samuel Parris House, Salem, Massachusetts, in The

The Crucible By Arthur Miller ACT I: Scene 1 SETTING: A bedroom in Reverend Samuel Parris‘ house, Salem, Massachusetts, in the Spring of the year, 1692. As the curtain rises we see Parris on his knees, beside a bed. His daughter Betty, aged 10, is asleep in it. Abigail Williams, 17, ENTERS. ABIGAIL: Uncle? Susanna Wallcott‘s here from Dr. Griggs. PARRIS: Oh? The Doctor. (Rising.) Let her come, let her come. ABIGAIL: Come in Susanna. (Susanna Walcott, a little younger than Abigail, enters.) PARRIS: What does the doctor say, child? SUSANNA: Dr. Griggs he bid me come and tell you, Reverend sir, that he cannot discover no medicine for it in his books. PARRIS: Then he must search on. SUSANNA: Aye, sir, he have been searchin‘ his books since he left you, sir, but he bid me tell you, that you might look to unnatural things for the cause of it. PARRIS: No-no. There be no unnatural causes here. Tell him I have sent for Reverend Hale of Beverly, and Mister Hale will surely confirm that. Let him look to medicine, and put out all thought of unnatural causes here. There be none. SUSANNA: Aye, sir. He bid me tell you. PARRIS: Go directly home and speak nothin‘ of unnatural causes. SUSANNA: Aye, sir, I pray for her. (Goes out.) ABIGAIL: Uncle, the rumor of witchcraft is all about; I think you‘d best go down and deny it yourself. The parlor‘s packed with people, sir.--I‘ll sit with her. PARRIS: And what shall I say to them? That my daughter and my niece I discovered dancing like heathen in the forest?! ABIGAIL: Uncle, we did dance; let you tell them I confessed it. But they‘re speakin‘ of witchcraft; Betty‘s not witched. PARRIS: Abigail, I cannot go before the congregation when I know you have not been open with me. What did you do with her in the forest? ABIGAIL: We did dance, Uncle, and when you leaped out of the bush so suddenly, Betty was frightened and then she fainted. And there‘s the whole of it. PARRIS: Child. Sit you down. Now look you, child-if you trafficked with spirits in the forest, I must know it, for surely my enemies will, and they‘ll ruin me with it… Abigail, do you understand that I have many enemies? ABIGAIL: I know it, Uncle. PARRIS: There is a faction that is sworn to drive me from my pulpit. Do you understand that? ABIGAIL: I think so, sir. PARRIS: Now then-in the midst of such disruption, my own household is discovered to be the very center of some obscene practice. Abominations are done in the forest… ABIGAIL: It were only sport, Uncle! PARRIS: I saw Tituba waving her arms over the fire when I came on you; why were she doing that? And I heard a screeching and gibberish comin‘ from her mouth… ABIGAIL: She always sings her Barbados songs and we dance. PARRIS: I cannot blink what I saw, Abigail-for my enemies will not blink it. And I thought I saw a….someone naked running through the trees! ABIGAIL: No one was naked! You mistake yourself, Uncle! PARRIS: I saw it! Now tell me true, Abigail. Now my ministry‘s at stake; my ministry and perhaps your cousin‘s life…..whatever abomination you have done, give me all of it now, for I dare not be taken unaware when I go before them down there. ABIGAIL: There is nothin‘ more. I swear it, Uncle. PARRIS: Abigail, is there any other cause than you have told me, for Goody Proctor dischargin‘ you? It has troubled me that you are now seven months out of their house, and in all this time no other family has called for your service. ABIGAIL: They want slaves, not such as I. Let them send to Barbados for that, I will not black my face for any of them! (Enter Mrs. Ann Puttnam. She is a twisted soul of forty-five, a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams.) PARRIS: Why, Goody Putnam, come in. ANN: It is a marvel. It is surely a stroke of hell upon you… PARRIS: No, Goody Putnam, it is… ANN: How high did she fly, how high? PARRIS: No—no, she never flew… ANN: Why, it‘s sure she did; Mister Collins saw her goin‘ over Ingersoll‘s barn, and come down light as bird, he says! PARRIS: Now, look you, Goody Putnam; she never…(Enter Thomas Putnam, a well-todo, hard-handed landowner near fifty.) Oh, good morning, Mister Putnam… PUTNAM: It is a providence the thing is out now! It is a providence. PARRIS: What‘s out, sir, what‘s…? PUTNAM: (Looking down at Betty.) Why, her eyes is closed! Look you, Ann. ANN: Why, that‘s strange. Ours is open. PARRIS: Your little Ruth is sick? ANN: I‘d not call it sick, the Devil‘s touch is heavier than sick, it‘s death, y‘know, it‘s death drivin‘ into them forked and hoofed. PARRIS: Oh, pray not! Why, how does your child ail? ANN: She ails as she must—she never waked this morning but her eyes open and she walks, and hears naught, sees naught, and cannot eat. Her soul is taken, surely. PUTNAM: They say you‘ve sent for Reverend Hale of Beverly? PARRIS: A precaution only. He has much experience in all demonic arts, and I … ANN: He has indeed, and found by a witch in Beverly last year, and let you remember that. PARRIS: I pray you, leap not to witchcraft. I know that you, you least of all, Thomas, would ever wish so disastrous a charge laid upon me. We cannot leap to witchcraft. They will howl me out of Salem for such a corruption in my house. PUTNAM: Now, look you, Mr. Parris; I have taken your part in all contention here, and I would continue; but cannot if you hold back in this. There are hurtful, vengeful spirits layin‘ hands on these children. PARRIS: But, Thomas, you cannot… PUTNAM: Ann! Tell Mister Parris what you have done. ANN: Reverend Parris, I have laid seven babies unbaptized in the earth. Believe me, Sir, you never saw more hearty babies born. And yet, each would wither in my arms the very night of their birth. And now, this year, my Ruth, my only-I see her turning strange. A secret child she has become this year, and shrivels like a sucking mouth were pullin‘ on her life, too. And so I thought to send her to your TitubaPARRIS: To Tituba! What may Tituba….? ANN: Tituba knows how to speak to the dead, Mister Parris. PARRIS: Goody Ann, it is a formidable sin to conjure up the dead! ANN: I take it on my soul, but who else may surely tell us who murdered my babies. PARRIS: Woman! ANN: They were murdered, Mister Parris! And mark this proof! –mark it! Last night my Ruth were ever so close to their little spirits, I know it, sir. For how else is she stuck dumb now except some power of darkness would stop her mouth! It is a marvelous sign, Mister Parris! PUTNAM: Don‘t you understand it, sir? There is a murdering witch among us bound to keep herself in the dark. Let your enemies make of it what they will, you cannot blink it more. PARRIS: Then you were conjuring spirits last night. ABIGAIL: Not I, sir, not I.-Tituba and Ruth. PARRIS: Now I am undone. PUTNAM: You are not undone. Let you take hold here. Wait for no one to charge youdeclare it yourself. You have discovered witchcraft…. PARRIS: In my house!? In my house, Thomas?-they will topple me with this! They will make of it a… MERCY: Your pardons…I only thought to see how Betty is. PUTNAM: Why aren‘t you home? Who‘s with Ruth? MERCY: Her grandma come. She‘s improved a little, I think-she give a powerful sneeze before. ANN: Ah, there‘s a sign of life! PARRIS: Will you leave me now Thomas, I would pray a while alone… ABIGAIL: Uncle, you‘ve prayed since midnight. Why do you not go down and….? PARRIS: No-no. I‘ll wait till Mister Hale arrives. PUTNAM: Now look you, sir-let you strike out against the Devil and the village will bless you for it! Come down, speak to them-pray with them-they‘re thirsting for your word, Mister! Surely you‘ll pray with them. PARRIS: I have no stomach for disputation this morning. I will lead them in a psalm. I have had enough contention since I came, I want no more. (Putnam crosses L. to above table, gets hat, crosses and exits.) ANN: Mercy, you go home to Ruth, d‘ye hear? MERCY: Aye, Mum. (Ann goes out.) PARRIS: If she starts for the window, cry for me at once. (Crossing to door.) ABIGAIL: Yes, Uncle. (He goes out with Putnam.) How is Ruth sick? MERCY: It‘s weirdish, I know not—she seems to walk like a dead one since last night. ABIGAIL: Now look you, if they be questioning us tell them we danced—I told him as much already. MERCY: And what more? ABIGAIL: He saw you naked. MERCY: Oh, Jesus! (Falls back on bed. Enter Mary Warren, breathless. She is seventeen, a subservient, naïve girl.) MARY: I just come from the farm, the whole country‘s talking witchcraft! They‘ll be callin‘ us witches, Abby! Abby, we‘ve got to tell. Witchery‘s a hangin‘ error, a hangin‘ like they done in Boston two years ago! We must tell the truth, Abby!—you‘ll only be whipped for dancin‘, and the other things! ABIGAIL: (Betty whimpers.) Betty? Now, Betty, dear, wake up now. It‘s Abigail. (She sits Betty up, furiously shakes her.) I‘ll beat you, Betty! (Betty whimpers.) My, you seem improving. I talked to your papa and I told him everything. So there‘s nothing to… BETTY: (Betty suddenly springs off bed, rushes across room to window where Abigail catches her.) You drank blood, Abby, you drank blood! ABIGAIL: (Dragging Betty back to bed and forcing her into it.) Betty, you never say that again! You will never… BETTY: You did, you did! You drank a charm to kill John Proctor‘s wife! You drank a charm to kill Goody Proctor! ABIGAIL: (Slaps her face.) Shut it! Now shut it! (Betty dissolves into sobs.) Now look you. All of you. We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam‘s dead sisters. And that is all. And mark this—let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know I can do it. I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down! (Betty cries louder. She goes to Betty, sits L. side of bed D.S. of Mercy, and roughly sits her up.) Now you… sit up and stop this! (Betty collapses in her hands.) (Enter John Proctor.) PROCTOR: Be you foolish, Mary Warren? Be you deaf? I forbid you leave the house, did I not? Now get you home; (Mary crosses up and out.) my wife is waitin‘ with your work! MERCY: (Rising, crossing to entrance. Titillated. Being aware of their relationship.) I‘d best be off. I have my Ruth to watch… Good morning, Mister Proctor. (Mercy sidles out. Since Proctor‘s entrance, Abigail has stood absorbing his presence, wide-eyed.) ABIGAIL: She‘s only gone silly, somehow. She‘ll come out of it. PROCTOR: So she flies, eh? Where are her wings? ABIGIAL: (With a nervous laugh.) Oh, John, sure you‘re not believin‘ she flies! PROCTOR: The road past my house is a pilgrimage to Salem all morning. The town‘s mumbling witchcraft. ABIGAIL: Oh, posh!—We were dancin‘ in the woods last night, and my uncle leaped in on us. She took fright, is all. PROCTOR: (His smile widens. Crossing to door.) Dancin‘ by moonlight! (Abigail springs into his path.) You‘ll be clapped in the stocks before you‘re twenty. ABIGAIL: (Barring his way at door.) Give me a word, John. A soft word. PROCTOR: I come to see what mischief your uncle‘s brewin‘ now. Put it out of mind, Abby. ABIGAIL: John—I am waitin‘ for you every night. PROCTOR: Abby, you‘ll put it out of mind. I‘ll not be comin‘ for you more. You know me better. ABIGAIL: I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I come near! I saw your face when she put me out and you loved me then and you do now! PROCTOR: (Taking her hands.) Child… ABIGAIL: (With a flash of anger. Throwing his hands off.) How do you call me child! PROCTOR: (As 3 or 4 persons off-stage begin a quiet chant—a psalm or hymn.) Abby, I may think of you softly from time to time. But I will cut off my hand before I‘ll ever reach for you again. Wipe it out of mind—(Takes her arms.) we never touched, Abby. ABIGAIL: (With a bitter anger.) Oh, I marvel how such a (Beating her fists against his chest.) strong man may let such a sickly wife be… PROCTOR: (Coldly. Grabbing her wrists.) You‘ll speak nothin‘ of Elizabeth! ABIGAIL: She is blackening my name in the village! She is telling lies about me! She is a cold sniveling woman and you bend to her! Let her turn you like a…? PROCTOR: (Shakes her.) Do you look for whippin‘! ABIGAIL: (Shakes free.) You loved me, John Proctor, and whatever sin it is you love me yet! (He turns abruptly to go out. She rushes to door, blocks it.) John, pity me, pity me! (The words ―Jehovah‖ are heard in the psalm—the song outside—Betty claps her ear suddenly, and whines loudly Parris ENTERS.) Betty? PARRIS: What Happened? What are you doing to her! Betty! (Rushes to bed, crying ―Betty Betty!‖) ABIGAIL: She heard you singin‘ and suddenly she‘s up to screamin‘… ANN: (Entering) The psalm! The psalm! – she cannot hear the Lord‘s name! PARRIS: No, God forbid… ANN: Mark it for a sign, mark it…! (Rebecca Nurse enters.) PUTNAM: That is a notorious sign of witchcraft afoot, a prodigious sign. ANN: My mother told me that! That they cannot bear to hear the name of… PARRIS: Rebecca, Rebecca, come to her..we‘re lost, she suddenly cannot bear to hear the Lord‘s name. ANN: What have you done? REBECCA: Pray, calm yourselves. I have eleven children and I am twenty-six times a grandma, and I have seen them all through their silly seasons, and when it come on them they will run the Devil bowlegged keeping up with their mischief. I think she‘ll wake when she tires of it. ANN: This is no silly season, Rebecca. My Ruth is bewildered, Rebecca, she cannot eat. REBECCA: Perhaps she is not hungered yet. Mr. Paris, I hope you are not decided to go in search of loose sprits. I‘ve heard the promise of that outside… PARRIS: A wide opinion‘s running in the parish that the Devil may be among us, and I would satisfy them that they are wrong. PROCTOR: Then let you come out and call them wrong. Are you our minister or Mister Hale? Did you consult the wardens of the church before you called the minister to look for devils? PARRIS: He is not coming to look for devils! PROCTER: Then what is he coming to look for? PUTNAM: There will be children dyin‘ in the village, Mister…! PROCTER: I see nothing dyin‘ REBECCA: Pray, John…be calm. Mister Parris, I think you‘d best be sent Reverend Hale back as soon as he come. I think we ought rely on Doctor Griggs now, and good prayer… ANN: Rebecca, the docter‘s baffled. REBECCA: If so he is, then let us go to God for the cause of it. There is prodigious danger in the seeking of loose spirits, I fear it, I fear it. Let us rather blame ourselves and… PUTNAM: How may we blame ourselves? I am one of nine sons; the Putnam seed have peopled this province. And yet I have but one child left of eight—and now she shrivels! REBECCA: I cannot fathom that! PUTNAM: When Reverend Hale comes you will proceed to look for signs of witchcraft here. PROCTOR: You cannot command Mister Parris. We vote by name in this society, not by acreage. PUTNAM: I never heard you worried so on this society, Mister Proctor. I do not think I saw you at Sabbath meeting since snow flew. PROCTOR: I have trouble enough without I come five mile to hear him preach only hellfire and bloody damnation. There are many others who stay away from church these days because he hardly ever mentions God any more. PARRIS: I am your third preacher in seven years. I do not wish to be put out like the cat, whenever some majority feels the whim. You people seem not to comprehend that a minister is the Lord‘s man in the parish; a minister is not to be so lightly crossed and contradicted… PUTNAM: Aye! PARRIS: There is either obedience or the church will burn like hell is burning! PROCTOR: Can you speak one minute without we land in hell again? I am sick of hell! PARRIS: It is not for you to say what is good for you to hear! PROTCTOR: I may speak my heart, I think! PARRIS: What, are we Quakers? We are not Quakers here yet, Mister Proctor. And you may tell that to your followers! PROCTOR: My followers! PARRIS: There is a party in this church; I am not blind; there is a faction and a party. PROCTOR: Against you? PUTNAM: Against him and all authority. PROCTOR: Why, then I must find it and join it. REBECCA: He does not mean that…. PROCTOR: I mean it solemnly, Rebecca; I like not the smell of this ―authority,‖ I have a crop to sow, and lumber to drag home. What say you, Guiles? Let‘s find that party. He says there is a party. COREY: I‘ve changed my opinion of this man. Mister Parris, I beg your pardon. I never thought you had so much iron in you. PARRIS: Why thank you, Guiles. COREY: It suggests to the mind what the trouble be among us all, these years. Think on it, wherefore is everybody suing everybody else. I have been in court six times this year. PROCTOR: Is it the devil‘s fault that a man cannot say you ―Good Morning‖ without you clap him for defamation? You‘re old, Giles, and you‘re not hearing as well as you did. COREY: John Proctor, I have only last month collected four pound damages for you publicly saying I burned the roof off your house, and IPROCTOR: I never said no such thing, but I paid you for it, so I hope I can call you deaf without charge. Come along, Giles, and help me drag my lumber home. COREY: I‘ll be damned first! (Hale ENTERS with books of religion in hand.) HALE: Pray you, someone take these! PARRIS: Mister Hale! Oh, it‘s good to see you again! My, they‘re heavy! HALE: They must be, they are weighted with authority. PARRIS: Well, you do come prepared! HALE: We shall need hard study, if it comes to tracking down the Old Boy. You cannot be Rebecca Nurse? REBECCA: I am, sir. Do you know me? HALE: It‘s strange how I knew you, but I suppose you look as such a good soul should. We have all heard of your great charities in Beverly. PARRIS: Do you know this gentleman?—Mister Thomas Putnam. And his good wife, Ann. HALE: Putnam! I had not expected such distinguished company, sir. PUTNAM: It does not seem to help us today, Mister Hale. We look to you to come to our house and save our child. HALE: Your child ails, too?! ANN: Her soul, her soul seems flown away. She sleeps and yet she walks…. PUTNAM: She cannot eat. HALE: Cannot eat! Do you men also have afflicted children? PARRIS: No, no, these are farmers. John Proctor… COREY: He don‘t believe in witches. PROCTOR: I never spoke on witches one way or the other. Will you come, Giles? COREY: No-no, John, I think not. I have some few queer questions of my own to ask this fellow. PROCTOR: I‘ve heard you be a sensible man, Mister Hale-I hope you‘ll leave some of it in Salem. PARRIS: Will you look at my daughter, sir? She has tried to leap out the window; we discovered her this morning on the highroad, waving her arm as though she‘d fly. HALE: Tries to fly? PUTNAM: She cannot bear to hear the lord‘s name, mister Hale; that‘s a sure sign of witchcraft afloat. HALE: No-no…Now let me instruct you. We cannot look to superstition in this. The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone and we must look only for his proper signs and judge nothing beforehand, and I must tell you all, that I shall not proceed unless you are prepared to believe me if I should find no trace of hell in this. PARRIS: It is agreed, sir—it is agreed—we will abide by your judgment. HALE: Good then. Now, sir, what were your first warnings of this strangeness? PARRIS: Why, sir… I discovered her… and my niece Abigail and ten or twelve other girls, dancing in the forest last night. HALE: You permit dancing?! PARRIS: No—no, it were secret… ANN: Mr. Parris‘ slave has knowledge of conjurin‘, sir. PARRIS: We cannot be sure of that, Goody Ann… ANN: I know it, sir. I sent my child… she should learn from Tituba who murdered her sisters. REBECCA: Goody Ann! You sent a child to conjure up the dead…? ANN: (Hysterically.) Let God blame me, not you, not you, Rebecca! I‘ll not have you judging me any more! Mr. Hale, is it a natural work to lose seven children before they live a day? HALE: (Leafing through the book.) Seven dead in childbirth? ANN: Aye. (Hale looks in book.) HALE: Have no fear now—we shall find this devil out if he has come among us, and I mean to crush him utterly if he has shown his face! (Corey crosses near bed, looking at Betty.) REBECCA: Will it hurt the child, sir? HALE: I cannot tell. If she is truly in the Devil‘s grip we may have to rip and tear to get her free. REBECCA: I think I‘ll go then. I am too old for this. PARRIS: Why, Rebecca, we may open up the boil of all our troubles today! REBECCA: Let us hope for that. (Up toward door.) I go to God for you, sir. PARRIS: I hope you do not mean we go to Satan here! REBECCA: I wish I knew. (She goes out.) PUTNAM: Come, Mister Hale, let‘s get on. Sit you here. (Hale sits on stool.) COREY: Mister Hale… I have always wanted to ask a learned man—What signifies the readin‘ of strange books? HALE: What books? (Ann rises.) COREY: I cannot tell; she hides them. Martha, my wife. I have waked at night many times and found her in a corner, readin‘ of a book. Now what do you make of that? HALE: Why, that‘s not necessarily… COREY: It discomforts me! Last night—mark this—I tried and tried and could not say my prayers. And then she close her book and walks out of the house, and suddenly— mark this—I could pray again! HALE: Ah!—the stoppage of prayer—that is strange. (Sits on bed, beside Betty.) I‘d like to speak further on that with you. COREY: I‘m not sayin‘ she‘s touched the Devil, now, but I‘d admire to know what books she reads and why she hides them—she‘ll not answer me, y‘see. HALE: Aye, we‘ll discuss it. Now mark me, if the Devil is in her you will witness some frightful wonders in this room, so please to keep your wits about you. Mister Putnam, stand close in case she flies. (Turns to Betty, helps her sit up.) Now, Betty dear, will you sit up? (Sits her up.) H‘mmmm. Can you hear me? I am John Hale, minister of Beverly. I have come to help you, dear. Do you remember my two little girls in Beverly? Does someone afflict you, child? It need not be a woman, mind you, or a man. Perhaps some bird, invisible to others, comes to you, perhaps a pig, or any beast at all. Is there some figure bids you fly? (Pauses. Passes his hand over her face.) In nomine Domini Sabaoth, sui filiique ite d Infernos. (Betty is laid back on pillow. Looks to Abigail.) Abigail, (Looks back to Betty.) what sort of dancing were you doing with her in the forest? ABIGAIL: Why—common dancing is all. PARRIS: I think I ought to say that I—I saw a kettle in the grass where they were dancing. ABIGAIL: That were only soup. HALE: Soup? What sort of soup were in this kettle, Abigail? ABIGAIL: Why, it were beans—and lintels, I think, and— HALE: Mister Parris, you did not notice, did you—any living thing in the kettle? A mouse, perhaps, a spider, a frog---? (Parris looks at her.) ABIGAIL: (Hysterically, seeing Parris‘ look.) That frog jumped in, we never put it in! HALE: Abigail, it may be your cousin is dying—Did you call the Devil last night? ABIGAIL: I never called him! Tituba called him! PARRIS: She called the Devil! HALE: I should like to speak with Tituba. PARRIS: (Takes Ann to door, and returns as she goes out.) Goody Ann, will you bring her up? HALE: How did she call him? ABIGAIL: I know not—she spoke Barbados. HALE: Did you feel any strangeness when she called him? A sudden cold wind, perhaps? A trembling below the ground? ABIGAIL: I didn‘t see no Devil!—(To Betty, frantically.) Betty, wake up, Betty! Betty! HALE: You cannot evade me, Abigail.—Did your cousin drink any of the brew in that kettle? ABIGAIL: She never drank it! HALE: Did you drink it? ABIGAIL: No, sir! HALE: Did Tituba ask you to drink it? ABIGAIL: She tried but I refused. HALE: Why are you concealing? Have you sold yourself to Lucifer? ABIGAIL: I never sold myself! I‘m a good girl—I—(Ann enters with Tituba.) I did drink of the kettle!—She made me do it! She made Betty do it! TITUBA: Abby! ABIGAIL: She makes me drink blood! PARRIS: Blood!! ANN: My baby‘s blood? TITUBA: No—no, chicken blood, I give she chicken blood! HALE: Woman, have you enlisted these children for the devil? TITUBA: No-no, sir, I don‘t truck with the devil. HALE: Why can she not wake? Are you silencing this child? TITUBA: I love me Betty! HALE: You have sent your spirit out upon this child, have you not? Are you gathering souls for the Devil? ABIGAIL: She send her spirit on me in church, she make me laugh at prayer! PARRIS: She have often laughed at prayer! ABIGAIL: She comes to me every night to go and drink blood! TITUBA: You beg me to conjure, Abby! She beg me make charmABIGAIL: I‘ll tell you something. She comes to me while I sleep; she‘s always making me dream corruptions! TITUBA: Abby! ABIGAIL: I always hear her laughing in my sleep. I hear her singing her Barbados songs and tempting me withTITUBA: Mister Reverend, I neverHALE: When did you compact with the Devil? TITUBA: I don‘t compact with no devil! PARRIS: You will confess yourself or I will take you out and whip you to your death, Tituba! PUTNAM: This woman must be hanged! She must be taken and hanged! TITUBA: No-no, don‘t hang Tituba. I tell him I don‘t desire to work for him, sir. HALE: Who, the Devil? Now, Tituba, I know that when we bind ourselves to Hell it is very hard to break with it entirely. Now, we are going to help you tear yourself free.— You would be a good Christian woman, would you not, Tituba? TITUBA: Ay, sir, a good Christian woman. HALE: And you love these little children? TITUBA: Oh, yes, sir, I don‘t desire to hurt little children. HALE: And you love God, Tituba? TITUBA: I love God with all my bein‘. HALE: Now in God‘s holy name… TITUBA: Bless Him…bless Him… HALE: And to His Glory… TITUBA: Eternal Glory…Bless Him….Bless God… HALE: Open yourself, Tituba-open yourself and let God‘s holy light shine on you. TITUBA: Oh, bless the Lord. HALE: When the devil comes to you does he ever come with another person? Perhaps another person in the village? Someone you know. Who came to you with the devil? Two? Three? Four?-how many? TITUBA: There was four. There was four. PARRIS: Who? Who? Their names, their names! TITUBA: Oh, how many times he bid me kill you, mister Parris! PARRIS: Kill me! TITUBA: He say Mister Parris must be kill! Mister Parris no goodly man, Mister Parris mean man and no gentle man, and he bid me rise out of my bed and cut your throat! I tell him, no! I don‘t hate that man! I don‘t want kill that man! But he say , You work for me, Tituba, and I make you free! I give you pretty dress to wear, and put you way highup in the air and you gone fly back to Barbados! And I say, You lie, Devil, you lie! And then he come one stormy night to me, and he say, Look! I have white people belong to me. And I look…And there was Goody Good. PARRIS: Sarah Good! TITUBA: Aye, sir, and Goody Osburn… ANN: I knew it! Goody Osburn were midwife to me three times. I begged you, Thomas, did I not? I begged him not to call Osburn because I feared her, my babies always shriveled in her hands… HALE: Take courage, you must give us all their names. How can you bear to see these children suffering? Look at them, Tituba-look at their God-given innocence; their souls are so tender; we must protect them, Tituba; the devil is out and preying on them like a beast upon the flesh of the pure lamb…God will bless you for your help… ABIGAIL: (Hands clasped, eyes closed.) I want to open myself! I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus! I danced for the Devil; I saw him; I wrote in his book; I go back to Jesus; I kiss His hand—I saw Sarah Good (Betty‘s hands appear above headboard raised toward the heaven.) with the Devil! I saw Good Osburn with the devil! I saw Bridget Bishop with the Devil! (As she is speaking Betty picks it up as a chant.) BETTY: (As all turn to her.) I saw George Jacobs with the Devil! I saw Goody Howe with the Devil! PARRIS: She speaks. She speaks! HALE: Glory to God!—it is broken, they are free! BETTY: (Calling it out hysterically and with great relief.) I saw Martha Bellows with the Devil! ABIGAIL: (It is rising to a great glee.) I saw Goody Sibber with the Devil! PUTNAM: The marshal, I‘ll call the marshal! HALE: Let the marshal bring irons. (On the girls‘ ecstatic cries, CURTAIN FALLS.)